I wore nothing more than a short-sleeved robe (actually an old-fashioned nightshirt made of t-shirt fabric) and I yawned mightily as I bore a goblet o...f wine to the meadow, there to toast the day, pour a libation, and go back home. Sometimes being a solitary Pagan sucks. Beltane is a lot more fun with company… dancing, drinking, games and just good old-fashioned revelry tend to mark the typical Beltane celebration.I had gone far enough into the meadow (which is part of a parcel of land owned by. I will continue to use that terrific body as long as you want. But here’s the other secret about our arrangement. I would never really hurt you and if you end things…when you end things….they will end. You have given me more than I could ever hope for. Even in my most devious mind.”His arms held her while she shook with quiet sobs as she leaned her head against his shoulder. She knew she had lost. There would be no convincing him. They stayed like that for quite a while.He broke the dark. . and unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Lydia advised, her words reaching him in an almost serpentine hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Blakely's balls tacked right up over my bed, Link, you undrerstand?" Right... I know! You can count on me!" Morgan answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own."I better be able to! Get the camera equipment ready, and don't forget... the acid, eh?" she schemingly reminded. "We'll catch. Messages and pictures fly back and forth and it seems it could go on all night. But eventually the urge to knock one out becomes too great and suddenly you're lay there, x-rated texts still coming through but the desire to continue has dissipated along with your hot sticky load. In fact, I had found myself in this exact position only the night earlier.I had been texting a girl from work, a girl who I had never had any rude thoughts towards and who I was sure had had none towards me. Initially.